User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121109144350

''Baal and Bulgorn hastily did as demanded, throwing the sinewy weasel overboard. Bulgorn grinned, clapping Baal on the back'' "A beast after me own `art, ol' Cap'n Zakrav is! A real gennelbeast wit' a dark side, a fine off'sur if e'er was `un!" ''The bony ferret looked at the tattered turban he managed to hastily scavenge from Carvig before his watery burial, plainly ignoring his loud shipmate as he studied it, obviously pleased with it. But soon the turban was forgotten as the two joined the few creatures scrabbling for the curved dagger which once was their late messmate's pride and joy. Scurlo the searat watched the scramble below from the ratlines for a moment before sliding nimbly down the ropes, strolling cautiously over to his captain. The small shiprat tugged his chipped ear in salute, before asking'' "Cap'n Zakrav, sir? We're jus' bobbin' on waves...We needs orders...Should we pull out the oars?"